Chapter 888: Southern Wasteland Corpse-Summoning Art
。Mo Zhanqing's whiskers on his chin trembled, but right now Meng Yuanguang couldn't overpower the opponent. For a moment, he was helpless and could only look at King Xuan and say, "Your Majesty King...At this time, there is another movement in the direction of the Immortal Cultivation Realm when looking at the moon.
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"Holy Land Warrior Monk Formation!" Seven more figures, not even in the initial stage of Jindan, wearing three-colored Bodhi robes, pinched their Buddhist seals and formed a formation. Each person exuded a yellowish aura that converged into one giant warrior monk dharma form. That dharma form stood about ten meters tall, like an enraged golden-eyed Arhat, towering above them all.
“Summon the talisman soldiers!” The head elder shouted, wielding his hand to unleash a hundred or so ochre talismans. Each one was etched with spiritual runes depicting an image of a monk soldier.
The seven warriors gathered, their monk robes rippling in the wind. Their leader raised his left hand, palm facing forward, and extended it slowly. A beam of light shot out from his fingertips, piercing the strange talisman. In an instant, a whirlwind erupted, stirring up sand and dust so fiercely that ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators struggled to stand, tossed about like leaves.
The Foundation Establishment cultivator who had been besieged by other cultivators was on the verge of death, his magic power depleted, closing his eyes to await his fate. Just as this was happening, the wind and sand swept through the area, engulfing the attacking cultivators. Their bodies flew through the air like withered leaves. The cultivator himself also felt a dizzying sensation as the chaotic currents swept over him indiscriminately, affecting both friend and foe.
The seven monks assembled, their forms radiating spiritual light. A hundred or so mystical symbols coalesced from the earth, transforming into armored warriors clad in robes, each wielding a staff and chanting scriptures. Their robes billowed as they charged towards the cultivators of the War Moon Alliance.
"It seems the Moon Gazing Alliance is going all in. Well then, let's settle this once and for all today." The core members of the War Moon Alliance, their Nascent Soul ancestors, swept their divine senses across the battlefield where these immense changes had taken place. Each of them felt a mix of worry and anticipation within their hearts.
The expectation is to fight the Moon-Watching Alliance for two hundred years. Although the Warmoon Alliance has always been in a dominant position, it has never been able to turn that advantage into victory. The Moon-Watching Cultivation World has always held its ground, causing huge losses to the lower-level cultivators of the Warmoon Alliance.
Right now, as we look at the cultivation world's cards being revealed one by one, this sudden battle seems very hasty. However, for both sides, this haste may not necessarily be a bad thing. If the Zhan Yue Alliance had made preparations beforehand, the Wang Yue League would have had no chance at all, and in the end, the Zhan Yue Alliance would have won, but at a terrible cost.
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As for the concern, it was naturally the five warships led by Lu Xiaitian that became a powerful force on the battlefield. At this time, the fleets of both sides engaged in a large battle. Because the war broke out too suddenly, and the Moon-Watching Cultivation World side, after all, was prepared earlier and had the upper hand. Right now, both sides' warships have suffered considerable losses. Even in the central airspace, several warships on each side were damaged, and the consumption of spirit stones was astronomical.
In fact, at this time, the Zhan Yue League had already suffered some losses in the clash of warships. Lu Xiaotian was from the Wangyue Cultivation World, and Wen Changyun and other ancestors had launched an attack in advance, while the Zhan Yue League had captured four flying warships. In addition to the one flying warship that was shot down, one Feiyan warship, they were originally at a disadvantage compared to the Wangyue Cultivation World. Moreover, because of their hasty response, the warships were rushed from various factions to the battlefield, and there was a time difference in between.
At this time, several warships fell from the sky. The situation in the air was not optimistic, but there were still ways to deal with it on the ground. As long as the ground cultivators gained the upper hand and defended themselves strictly, the opponent's flying warships would not dare to charge down directly. This battle could still be fought.
As expected, ten Jindan cultivators in gossip robes arrived from the Zhan Yue Alliance. Each held a black sun flag in their left and right hands. With a wave of the flags, the ground trembled. Suddenly, a large hole appeared on the mountainside that had been tightly closed. Inside, giant poisonous fire centipede mechanical beasts swayed with their thick bodies. These centipedes were jet black with enormous wings on their backs.
It was actually based on the Silverwing Centipede Monster, with sixty to seventy Golden Core-level centipede mechanical beasts flying in from the sky. They opened their mouths wide, spewing out balls of blue-black blue flame magic fire that engulfed everything, sweeping toward the Dark Jade Leopard monster. The large group of Dark Jade Leopard monsters were furious and each flew up to fight, mixing with the centipede mechanical beasts in a chaotic melee.
On the other side, several massive wooden ships sped gracefully forward. Standing at the prow were towering cultivators shrouded in stench and decay, wearing raincoats, barefoot, each holding a colossal soul bell weapon. One hand grasped a white soul staff, and amidst the fearful gazes of the Zhan Yue Alliance cultivators, these raincoat-clad, barefooted monks swayed the enormous bronze bells in their hands, their soul staffs dancing.
On the ship, coffin after coffin slowly floated up. The coffins opened, revealing a sickening scraping sound.
Suddenly, a cold wind whipped around them, and the stench of decay filled the air.
Those stone sarcophagi floated from the ship to the ground, accompanied by a chorus of mournful wails.
Hundreds of demonic corpses, composed of human bodies, wolf bodies, and tiger bodies, formed a monstrous army that turned this region into a hellscape. The banners fluttered ominously, sending chills down the spines of even ghosts.
"Southern Desolation Corpse-Summoning Technique!" Wen Changyun, Xiao Tiannan, and a host of other Yuan Ying cultivators pressed their hands onto the armrests of their chairs. Their entire bodies rose directly up. The emotional fluctuations of these several Yuan Ying Ancestors nearly caused this cave abode to collapse completely.
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“Well, well, even the unparalleled Ghost Corpse Sect of Nanzhuang has come to join the festivities. It seems this decisive battle is unavoidable.”
Wen Changyun and the others now had no way out. The cultivators of the Moon Viewing Cultivation Realm had, in one breath, lured dozens of golden core-level Ming Ke Pao demons, led by hundreds of monsters, from the depths of the earth. In addition to a hundred or so spiritual talisman monks, they were fearless and equivalent to having a hundred or so more golden core cultivators. Right now, as the warships in the air began to tilt, the Moon Viewing Cultivation Realm's advantage was starting to expand.
But the Zhan Yue Alliance's sudden trump card quickly narrowed the already existing advantage on the ground, and the final outcome still depended on the ground and low-flying cultivators. Not to mention that dozens of Jindan-level centipede puppets spewing poison fire had already blocked the Meng Ke Leopard demon.
Even just the corpse caller who motivates hundreds of corpses is enough to erase the two former prodigies of the Wangu Xiu Xian world.
Hundreds of corpses, each with the strength of a Golden Core cultivator. These corpses are physically strong and fearless of ordinary Dan Yuan magic weapons. They are equally relentless in their attacks, making it extremely disadvantageous for ordinary cultivators to fight them.
Luò Qīng, a woman in silver armor, Dì Yào, Yuán Hào, Léi Wàn Tiān, and a white-haired old woman. Hundreds of Jindan cultivators were engaged in a fierce battle. On the side of the Wàngyuè Xiūxiān Jiè (Moon Viewing Immortal World), they were still at a disadvantage, with insufficient manpower to spare. Luò Qīng scanned the battlefield with worry etched on her face. The gap between the two sides had widened again, and the balance of this war was starting to tilt towards the Zhàn Yuè Liú (War Moon Alliance).
At this moment, the disciples of various major sects such as Gujianzong, Yuansxingong, Xuanbingmen, Lingxiaogong, and Wanzheuzong, who were engaged in a fierce battle with the Zhanyue Alliance, couldn't help but feel their hearts sink to the bottom.
Hundreds of terrifyingly vicious corpse refiners, their ghastly cries blending into a chorus, surged into the ranks of the hundred odd monks formed from magical talismans. If cultivators were to duel, each employing their own techniques, it wouldn't be settled in a short time. But these monks were conjured from talismans, and the corpse refiners, with their clouded spiritual awareness, were born to devour blood.ia Tian's battle against the Golden Silk Wolf Spider had reached a fever pitch.The wolf spider, transformed from the azure vine whip, had eight legs like eight peerlessly sharp blades, facing off agai...